Mr. Pants wants to know what I want for my birthday, which is coming up. I won't say exactly which day except that I get the day off work that day because lots of people died in a war. I don't know what to tell him because I'm not sure what I want. Well, a Volvo wagon (aka a great dogmobile ... used is fine) would be fantastic, but somehow I doubt he'd get that for me. The only other things I find myself wanting all fall into the dog gear category.
Anyone know what want for my birthday?
Oh yeah, and I did the radio thing again last night. Playlist here. During my show I got a call from a guy who said he was in Jamaica. I don't know if he was actually listening to my show or not, but he wanted to know when the reggae show was (there's dancehall on Thursday nights and "Caribbean City Radio" on Saturdays) because he wanted to give a shout-out. I told him I'd give his shout-out anyway, so he asked me to tell all the Jamaicans at the federal penitentiary in Butner to keep their heads up and keep the faith. No problem, dude--the inmates are our most loyal listeners! (Insert joke about captive audience here.)